A/N: This is one of the few poems I'll actually be going back and editing. Here's the unedited version though!
We loved with our hearts,
You broke our hearts,
threw 'em in the flames.
We gathered the ashes,
taped 'em back together
We wished to fly
We built wings from hopes
and dreams
You trampled them,
laughed at us,
pushed us off a cliff,
watched us plummet to hell
telling us, fly!
We couldn't,
it was sick joke,
we had no wings.
In hell,
we crawled
we ran
we fought,
till we died, from bloody wounds.
But we came back, standing at the entrance
of hell,
on a one way road.
We only wished to be free,
and you locked us
in hell.
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